When I was 19 years old, I got married to a guy I've sense dubbed "Captain America." He was in the Army and good old down home country boy that could do no wrong in anyone's eyes. Unfortunately, after the wedding, he turned our happy little lives turned into a blur of abuse and alcoholism. Needless to say, after a year or so of that nonsense I high-tailed it back to my parents. Fast forward 10 years. I've grown into an actual adult and met the love of my life and am so excited for our future together. He is Catholic and I wasn't. He started taking me to church with him and I literally felt like I was home. I loved it and decided right away that I wanted to join the church. It's a huge undertaking though. I found out that I live in a Diocese that is incredibly strict and I was not allowed to join any churches RCIA program (the classes you have to take as a non-catholic to become a catholic) until my previous marriage had been annulled. I literally called every single church in my city and no one would accept me without the annulment. Around here, that's a solid 18-24 month process. I finally found 1 church with a new priest who came from another state who allowed me to start RCIA classes while in the middle of the annulment process. He broke all of the rules for me and I couldn't have been more grateful. This process has dragged out so long that I'm 93 days out from my wedding and the annulment still isn't complete. (I started it in November 2014). However, this priest has been with us, opening doors that have been slammed over and over in our faces, encouraging us, bending some of the stricter rules, allowing us to continue the marriage counseling process in the midst of all of the negativity that I'm getting with all of the higher ups in the church. He is the only reason that my fiance and I are at the point we are at now. He's the voice of reason and calming and encouragement that we both need with the stress of waiting on all of the final paperwork to be processed. Our marriage would not be happening this year without him. I love that we were actually going to be married by someone who knew us both on such a personal level. He just called me yesterday and told me that he found out last weekend about a family function he can't miss back home (halfway across the country) that's the same weekend as our wedding and he has to back out. He made arrangements for someone else (a total stranger to us both) to marry us. I am heartbroken! Out of everything that could possibly go wrong, this is the last thing I could have imagined having to worry about!! There's nothing that can be done. I just have to wrap my head around the fact that he's not going to be there to finish this journey with us. Has anybody else had something this off the wall happen to them? Something that you never even considered to be something that could possibly go wrong and just blows your mind? Thank goodness for Bob Marley. I have "don't worry about a thing, every little thing is gonna be alright" circling in my head!